Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.